Li Yuan is Dead
After the four of them put on their clothes, they saw Ji Yunshu, Constable Zhang, and Zhang Xinlan sitting on three chairs.
Wei Yi rushed to Ji Yunshu's side and hugged her arm tightly, throwing Jing Rong a smug look.
Unfortunately …
Jing Rong was still thinking about the scar on Wen Lingyang's waist and could not be bothered with him.
Zhang Xinlan pounced on Wen Lingyang, her body hanging onto his arm.
"Lingyang, didn't you promise to teach me how to write? I waited for you for so long last time, you can't run away this time. "
She wouldn't let go!
Wen Lingyang's brows furrowed as he groaned in pain.
Zhang Xinlan quickly let go of him, checked his wrist, and said worriedly, "Did I hurt your hand again? It's all my fault, I knew you had a problem, but I still grabbed you so tightly. "
Wen Lingyang was a thin-skinned man. Naturally, he was embarrassed to be exposed in front of everyone.
Thus, he reached out to push her away.
"Many things have happened in the yamen recently, so I can't take care of you. We'll talk about it after I'm done."
"But …"
Zhang Xinlan was upset, but could not continue to argue. She stared at his wrist, her heart aching.
Mo Ruo suddenly walked over, grabbing Wen Lingyang's wrist that was hurting just now without a word.
"Don't move, let me take a look."
He rolled up his sleeves.
He pressed on his wrist a few times.
He concluded!
"This is not a result of the collision, but a hereditary condition. Did Advisor Wen's parents suffer from this condition?"
He shook his head, retracted his hand, and pulled down his sleeve.
Hide it!
"This one is an orphan. My parents passed away when I was young, so I don't know about their situation. I've been living with this condition since I was born, so I'm used to it."
"Advisor Wen is a hardworking person. You have a problem with your wrist, but you're still able to write well. I'm impressed."
"You flatter me, Young Master Mo."
He reminded, "Remember to drink more tea brewed with wolfberries, it will help reduce the symptoms."
"Thank you."
At this moment, Ji Yunshu walked over and said to Mo Ruo politely, "Young Master Mo, please make a trip to the Li Residence and check on Li Yuan's condition. I hope you can help him regain his consciousness before tomorrow morning."
"Just for this?"
"So far, on the night of Chang Shiliang's death, only Li Yuan entered Chang Manor. He might have even seen the murderer, so he is the key to solving the case. There are some things that we must ask him."
Mo Ruo thought for a moment, then spread his hands and sat down on the seat next to him. He bent his knees and placed his hands on hers. "I say, Teacher Ji, you should know that I won't save just anyone."
"This is related to three murder cases."
"What does that have to do with me?"
He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip.
Jing Rong lifted his leg and kicked him in the thigh. "Aren't you known as a divine doctor? He's even more amazing than that old man in your house. What, you're not just talking, are you? "
Mo Ruo had long seen through him.
He flicked his sleeves. "Don't try to goad me into action. I won't fall for it. There are several types of medicine, and there are also several types of medicine. Since I'm a divine doctor, I should have the air of a divine doctor. Otherwise, wouldn't I have to personally take the pulse of all the patients who come to my Yuhua Pavilion for treatment? Wouldn't I be exhausted to death? "
Beneath his arrogance, there was a hint of principle.
Jing Rong sneered.
"If you don't have the ability, just say it. No one will say anything."
"Who doesn't have the ability?"
"Not you."
Mo Ruo really fell into Jing Rong's trap.
He suddenly stood up and said to Ji Yunshu, "Isn't it just seeing a doctor? Lead the way. "
The group of people exited the Water Moon Residence. Just as they reached the entrance, a few bailiffs from the yamen hurriedly ran over.
"Oh no, oh no … something happened."
They grumbled.
All of them were panting.
Their foreheads were beaded with sweat.
Constable Zhang stepped forward and asked solemnly, "What happened? What happened? "
The bailiff raised his hand and pointed in a general direction, panting as he said, "Someone … someone died in the Li Residence."
"Someone died in the Li Residence? Who died? "
"Li Yuan."
The bailiff took a few deep breaths before he managed to calm down.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Ji Yunshu asked, "When?"
"An hour ago. Lord Fang rushed over and asked me to inform Teacher Ji and Your Highness." She continued, "It was said that not long after Li Yuan was brought back to the Li family, he was found dead on the bed. His neck was slashed, and he died on the spot. His eyes were wide open, and it was horrifying. The whole bed was stained red."
Li Yuan was dead!
He was the only person who could have had contact with the murderer.
Could it be the murderer?
Did he want to silence him?
Constable Zhang then ordered the bailiff to send Zhang Xinlan and Wei Yi back first.
Everyone rushed to the Li Residence.
On the way there, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu exchanged a few words. "When we were soaking in the hot spring, this Prince noticed a scar on Wen Lingyang's body."
Eh!
Ji Yunshu shuddered.
You have this kind of hobby?
Jing Rong knew that she was overthinking, so he knocked her forehead with his finger.
"What are you thinking? I just wanted to tell you that the scar is very similar to the tattoo of the Liu Gang. "
"What?"
Ji Yunshu was shocked.
"Don't be too surprised, it's indeed the same." Jing Rong was confused. "But if he is the seventh member of the Seven Brothers, he was only a few years old twenty years ago."
Becoming the leader of the Liu Gang at a few years old was too ridiculous.
Ji Yunshu thought so too!
She glanced at Wen Lingyang, who was walking in front, and said, "Let's go to the Li Residence first."
Half a stick of incense later, they arrived at the Li Residence.
The atmosphere in the Li Residence was gloomy.
The manservants and maids inside were all terrified and trembling with fear.
In the backyard, Li Yuan's room was surrounded by yamen officials, sealing off the scene of the crime.
Only Fang Mingsan, Li Mingzhou, and a maid were in the room.
Li Mingzhou sat paralyzed on the edge of the bed. He looked at Li Yuan, who was covered by a white cloth, with a dazed expression.
That maid was kneeling on the floor, sobbing. Beside her was a bowl of medicine that had been spilled.
Ji Yunshu went in and asked about the incident.
Fang Mingsan said, "We don't know what happened. When the maid came in, she saw that the person was already dead, but no one in the Li Residence saw anyone suspicious enter. There were also people guarding outside. Logically, no one would be able to come in and kill someone. Could the murderer have burrowed into the ground?"
Strange!
After some thought, Fang Mingsan pointed at the maid on the floor. "Or, this maid killed him because she was the only one who came in."
The maid trembled and quickly kowtowed, crying as she argued, "Milord, I really didn't kill him. I wouldn't dare to do it even if I had ten thousand guts. I only came in to deliver medicine to Second Master, I really didn't know it would turn out like this. Please investigate, Milord."
She cried even harder.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu walked to the bed and said to Li Mingzhou, "Let this one take a look at the body."
Li Mingzhou hung his head, his eyes bloodshot as if he was going blind. His hands gripped the blood-stained white cloth tightly.
He looked sad, but the bulging veins on the back of his hands were more like anger!
After a while, he raised his head and said, "There's no need to investigate. He's dead. Don't investigate anymore. I don't want any more deaths."
His voice was hoarse.
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